"What is that annoying thing?" she asked tentatively.
As a result, as soon as she asked, Yan Han made an irritated voice.
"Don't talk about her, I'll see you later."
From the sound of his tone, he sounded at least as young as Li Ying.
Song Xiang felt a little sour and pursed her lips and stopped talking.
Yan Han thought she was tired, and after saying a few words, he was no longer willing to delay her sleep.
Before hanging up the phone, he threatened her, "Don't get too close to the opposite sex. I'll let you stay with me."
Song Xiang closed his eyes, "I know—"
…
For the next two days, Song Xiang frantically rushed to the schedule and tried his best to compress the time.
However, Changhong obviously wanted to lower the price, and negotiations could not be reached, and the time was repeatedly delayed.
Yan Han sent messages morning, noon and night, all urging her to go back quickly.
Song Xiang had never been so eager to return, so he could only make slight concessions on the price, and finally finalized the contract on the third day.
When the two parties reach cooperation, it is inevitable to have a meal together.
Linhai City is a trade development zone. In the early years, commerce was developed, and the wine table culture was more popular than other places.
As soon as they arrived at the table, both men and women opened their mouths to drink, which was completely different from the imperial capital.
The other party did not pour wine into Song Xiang in a targeted manner. Even if all the senior officials came over and offered a toast, one round of drinking would be enough for Song Xiang to drink a jug.
It just so happens that there is an irritating saying in this place: if the wine glass is bottomless, it is looked down upon. It must be a sip of wine, or white wine.
In the middle of the journey, Song Xiang couldn't hold on any longer and quietly left the box.
Seeing that she was uncomfortable, Ding Fan repeatedly greeted Changhong and drove her back to the hotel.
Song Xiang suffered too much in the hotel, and when he was out, he was many times more thoughtful than usual.
When they arrived at the hotel, Ding Fan sent her upstairs.
"Next time I come, I should bring more male colleagues with me." Ding Fan sighed.
Song Xiang smiled bitterly, "Director Li's belly can hold a tank of wine, even male colleagues are useless."
Ding Fan followed and smiled.
When he arrived at the door of the room, he swiped the card and Song Xiang entered by himself.
Just as he recovered, Ding Fan was already gone.
She sighed. She didn't even have time to turn on the light, so she held the door open for a while.
Suddenly, there was some movement behind me.
Her brain nerves were tense instantly. Considering her previous experience of many hotel accidents, she immediately pressed the door handle.
I tried to turn it hard, but it didn't turn.
There was a bang in my head, and I didn't have time to think about it, so I knocked on the door hard.
There were footsteps behind her, and she panted slightly, trying to turn on the light first.
Before she opened it, the other party's cold hand pressed the back of her hand.
The alcohol was on me, and I felt that the temperature in the other person's palm was a bit familiar.
She was suddenly hugged, causing her to scream.
Her mouth was covered, the man pressed his chin on her shoulder and blew into her ear.
"Idiot, it's me."
Um?
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment and didn't recognize it for a moment.
Turning his face sideways, he saw a blurry outline.
"Severe... severe cold..."
"Stupid." He leaned forward and kissed her lips accurately.
The kiss between lips and teeth was much more unrestrained than the previous chaste kiss.
She was so drunk that her whole body went limp and she showed no resistance, letting him explore every inch of her mouth.
It ended slowly, and she leaned in his arms and panted slightly.
He said: "Didn't I tell you that I left someone by your side, why are you still afraid of being like that?"
Song Xiang closed his eyes and remained silent.
There were no lights around, only the dim light cast from the cracks in the curtains. He looked at her carefully, his eyes deep.